For 477, prompt: seat


74. Fallible

She will never take the throne. The seat passed a long time ago and were Imperialdramon present, she would let him actively get involved. Their situation is complicated and she understands the absence.

Her seat has remained empty since Libra fell. Rightly so. The old JESmon had insisted and well, she'd seen no reason to deny them their dying wish.

And in retrospect, as they're stuck in a human body now, she can't imagine what would happen if she had been at her seat before disappearing. They'd think the worst again.

She wouldn't blame them. She's not entirely sure how she ended up aligned with a human like this.

Alphamon simply exhales loud and long and goes back to paperwork. Some things never change, even if paperwork has replaced patrols.